You were raised by wolves and voices (every night I hear them howling)
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Summary: A sheltered boy with a reputation for telling tall tales, desperate to see the world and find out what monsters are real. A lone Wolf, ostracized from society as he takes contracts to kill the things that go bump in the night. A Mad Wolf, a Dark Druid, and destiny.
AN: For @sterek-bingo - a Witcher AU. Blame Joey Batey (immediately I love him) for all of this. Including 50% of my fic titles this year.
Preview
The wolf has a reputation. There are so few of his kind left these days - and for good reason. Wolves are dangerous creatures from tales and legends, beastly beings who would sooner rip a man apart than pay him any kind of courtesy.
Mieczyslaw Stilinski has never seen a wolf in the flesh, not until now. Even though he grew up in the town of Beacon Hills, a place known for magic and monsters only, the boy had never encountered either. His father, the now alderman of the town, had cast out both monster and monster hunter alike and made the town live up to its name again. It now stood as a beacon of hope in the wild Californias.
And as long as things stayed that way, Janusz Stilinski would keep his position. However, now there is a wolf in the woods surrounding the town. Wolves mean trouble.
There is nothing Mieczyslaw Stilinski loves more than he loves trouble. Because trouble means there is another mystery to solve, and that soon there will be another story to tell to the wide-eyed people of Beacon Hills. He is no bard - his singing voice scares even the crows - but he knows how to tell a story, how to keep the people wanting more.
Surely a wolf will have tales aplenty.
Clearly it is his destiny to meet with the wolf on behalf of the town. And if the meeting is a bit more clandestine than it is official, well, that is just his prerogative as the son of the alderman. Or just as the local teller of tales - as Stiles.
He likes that name a whole lot better than he does Mieczyslaw.
So he makes his way to the edge of town, and he slips past the guards his father has assigned to keep watch over their people. This is not the first time he has attempted to escape, and it is not the first time that he has made it into the woods. The only thing that has changed is that this time there is something to escape to. There is someone waiting for him.
Not that the wolf knows that. He will shortly.
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